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The Crismon warrior pack, one of the most substantial packs in America just my luck. I came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around the lower part of my body. I looked around to see what time it was.... fuck I need to buy a digital clock. I went into one of my bags and brought it out with boxers and clothes. I started changing into my skull long sleeves and black punk emo pants with chains on the side. Of course, I bring my weapons to school. I wear combat boots and am stuck inside a silver knife. I place my pure white contactless on help sell that I'm blind as I put on my favorite sunglass that was made to look like blind man glass. I slung my backpack and headed downstairs. I had a t

And then—I SWEAR—his divine weapon twitched. TWITCHED. I screamed. He turned, ameused and wet, and said, “Did you just scream at my manhood?” I slapped the water. “I did not scream at it. I screamed because it moved! It was like it had a personality!” He smirked. “It likes you.” I was half-mortified, half-ready to test the stormproof rating of his lips. “Don’t look at it if it offends you.” “Oh, it doesn’t offend me. It threatens national security.”

After siring 18 princes, the current king, Henry Barton, finally sires me, his first princess. On the day of my birth, Father vacates the entirety of West Tower to be my personal place of residence. Not only that, but he also changes the rules, decreeing that no one is allowed to be alone with me. As a result, I remain mute even after I turn six. Father's new consort, Elizabeth Muller, is showered with love and attention even though she only moved into the castle three months ago. The first time we meet, she takes my hand and says, "You're so well-behaved, Princess Julia. Let me take you to look at the fish." After making sure that we're alone in the garden, she grips my wrist. Her smile

“So, I’ll ask you one more fucking time. What the hell was that weapon?” It was the same weapon they’d used on me. With something that deadly, they could cause real damage. A weapon of that magnitude shouldn’t be in the hands of people like them. “It’s a Fortifier X; instead of bullets, it fires Baneshots.” “Who is the supplier?” “If you want that answer—and the others I’m sure you plan to beat out of me. I need to see the human first.” “Tessa?” “Yes. Tessa. Let’s say we have a lot of catching up to do.”

The moment Dante shut the door behind us, all three of them looked at me as I walked over to the window, looking out at the pack grounds. "What is it, Leo?" Alejandro asked. I frowned before I began. "I created a weapon that could kill our kind the moment it penetrates the skin, you don’t even need to hit a vital point for these bullets to work…" I felt the room tense, but I didn’t turn to look at them. "A weapon that was meant to only be used by my most trusted if we were ever under attack… However, the man I trusted like a brother, stole it and mass-produced it. Selling it to several Cartel’s and Mafia organisations. According to my data, a couple of buyers were also supernatural."

I asked “To make weapons that can kill any kind of creature regardless of the creature’s strength. Heard you even had a little problem with the President of Italy and one of his cabinet members which triggered the whole thing so this is technically your fault, these humans are to egoistic and think the world belongs to them only, they want to take control “ “And you’re willing to give them? “ I asked , the whole thing making more sense now “Yes, the money will help me protect myself against them ” said Lucas making me feel really sorry for the idiot

Tyla grinned triumphantly, like she’d just pitched the next great war invention. I sighed. “Any more ideas that don’t involve flatulence?” Quin’s smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “How about a weapon that emits a high-frequency pulse? Causes nausea. It disables without actually killing.” I nodded slowly. “That makes sense. We can call it the Sonic Screamer Pistol.” Tyla leaned forward, eyes bright. “I have another one—how about a dart gun that delivers a psychoactive compound? Something that causes vivid, disorienting visions.”

“It is a stall, don’t be afraid. I entered the house which was in fact a house that sells weapons. “Welcome to the nearest weaponry.” And I smiled so wide. I knew there was a reason I was friends with Sorens. He just offered me a range of weapons to choose from, the perfect homecoming gift that anyone could think of.

I mocked as I grabbed my gloves off the table. "FUCK YOU!" Erick shouted. As I walked toward him, I laughed. "Fuck me, huh?" I said, grasping his collar and pulling him forward. "Fuck you!" I yelled as I slammed his head against the wall. My attention turned back to the table where Daunte had brought a chair, observing me as I picked up the Joker's knife. "There is a high demand for them; all military personnel want one," Daunte explained. "If only they knew I created it for wolves," I laughed. "How about playing a game?" I suggested. "What about Tic Tac Toe?" I asked.

The sight of the weapon was enough to send chills down his spine. All of a sudden, something struck Colton’s mind. 'The sword in Lucas' hand is… is the Dragon Slaying Saber!!!' 'It is one of the ten Legendary Weapons, the Dragon Slaying Saber! "Hahahahaha!" Colton started to laugh like a maniac. Lucas was puzzled. 'Does Colton have a loose screw? How can he still laugh?' "What are you laughing about?" asked Lucas. "Lucas, oh Lucas, I never thought you possessed the Dragon Slaying Saber, one of the Ten Legendary Weapons!" Colton answered coldly.